Wednesday, April 14, 2010
On Friday my husband and I decided that our family would start eating weekly Sunday dinner and guess what?... This past Sunday came and went without a single thought of Sunday dinner. Not that we didn't eat Sunday dinner. We did, in a way. Sunday was my Aunt Alice's birthday and we had a lovely Sunday dinner to celebrate the occasion. She requested pork roast, asparagus, boiled new potatoes, and a strawberry pie for dessert. We even put a candle in a homemade brownie because my daughter doesn't think it's a birthday unless we sing the "Happy Birthday" song and somebody blows out a candle... with her help, of course. No photos were taken to commemorate the occasion and there was no mention of the importance or meaning of the event. We had a leisurely family meal without caring if anyone else knew about it or could see a record of what happened later. I guess it was the perfect Sunday dinner after all.